That is all.
S**t, forgot about that 20 word rule . . . I also started crying in a library the other day- I hadn't been to the library since we moved here, and when I entered and saw there was only one non-fiction aisle, I had a silent, private moment of depression. Thankfully I now wear sunglasses everwhere, because I have some stupid thing in my head telling me someone who wears glasses indoors will a) be left alone more and b) appear to have their s**t together. I am as of yet only certain that sunglasses will at least obfuscate crying.
Okay, 20 words and then some.